George Gordon Noel Byron
George Gordon Noel Byron 's Bio
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Born:31.01.2014
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Death:31.01.2014
Maxioms by George Gordon Noel Byron
And wrinkles, the d--d democrats, won't flatter.
And wrinkles, the d--d democrats, won't flatter.
Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried?
Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried?
The careful pilot of my proper woe.
The careful pilot of my proper woe.
For I am a weed,
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail,
Where'er the surge read more
For I am a weed,
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail,
Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
There comes
For ever something between us and what
We deem our happiness.
There comes
For ever something between us and what
We deem our happiness.
